Vadim’s Russsssian Music

Hi Vadim’s Russsssian Music, Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening.